[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Agriculture: Storage (West Side between Inner and Outer Wall) [/center][hr][hr]

	Ashton cleared his throat and focused his eyes cold and forward in response to Thana's observation of him. Yes, he was smitten. All hell was pouring in from many sides, but in the absence of pressing duties elsewhere the Captain's thoughts were on the woman with him. [color=steelblue]"Yes ma'am. Tomato crop - on it."[/color] His voice was serious, but the timing was more conclusive to humor. As soon as they were clear of the direct sight of the sentry manning the inner wall, he shot Thana a quiet smirk, which immediately solidified into his usual stoic demeanor. 

	It was a newish experience for Ash, having to suppress positive feelings from his face. If not new, then it was a mucscle that he had not flexed in quite some time. But old habits die hard, and it was getting a little easier to keep the bliss from radiating too brightly from himself. He still felt the pang of loss; this did not do away with it. He would miss Sally, her council and sense of humor. He would miss James, too. He kept Newnan fed and almost self-sufficient, not to mention he was he best friend Ash had. Their loss, be it death or exile, weighed upon the man. But Ash had realized that despair and discipline did not have to shadow every aspect of himself. He could live, too. He hoped he could, anyway. 

	The Agricultural Storage building was everything its name promised. It stored agricultural tools and supplies like a champ, sealing it in with four walls, a roof, [i]and[/i] a floor of some renown, capable of supporting large amounts of weighty objects as only a proper floor can. That was to say: The building was unremarkable. It did contain what Thana needed, and now that she was inside of the storage building, it also contained what Ash needed. Then the woman surprised him. As soon as they were done giving a cursory glance at the supplies inside, including a lovely wheelbarrow, she made a highly suggestive set of choices. Between helping her gather supplies and shutting the door for a private moment with her, Ash chose the only sensible one. 

	[color=steelblue]"Outstanding."[/color] he said genuinely. As the door swung closed, Ash was already on his way over to Thana. He paused for a half second as his face neared hers to gently cup her cheek in one hand and whisper, [color=steelblue]"But can't I do both?"[/color] Traces of his rural Virginian accent flared in his speech, cut off by the urgent pressing of his lips to hers. He gently teased her lower lip with his teeth, holding firm and slowly pulling away, simply enraptured by the feel of her. [color=steelblue]"I'm going to be honest with you, Thana. I really don't give a goddamn about the tomatoes right now."[/color] 


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James(!)[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=firebrick]Location:[/color][/b]  Near 545 Corinth Rd, Newnan: In the woods. (Not far from the Coweta County Water Authority) [/center][hr][hr]

	James was smart enough to know that, under normal circumstances, this wasn't the right call. Hell, he was probably smart enough to realize that even under optimum circumstances, it probably [i]still[/i] wasn't the right call. But too many coincidences popped up for this to be some elaborate setup by a hostile third party looking to kill them and take their belongings. And if it was, well... there weren't many things that could withstand a shot from his Barret. He'd forgone the use of the thing in all but the direst of occasions because it was, quite literally, too much gun for his needs. 

	But first, and most apparent, he'd have to address the concerns of his companions. [color=firebrick]"Aight now, y'all hold up. This a simple as hell affair, ok? Once again, if'n y'all not comfortable with my decisions on this, then y'all know where to go. Newnan's back north o' here. Now, this lady was sayin' they at Spring and St. Claire, which puts 'em [i]right at[/i] the Wall, near Agriculture. Northwest wall. Pointy part. I give them directions down from there. Real simple."[/color] 

	James cleared his throat. [color=firebrick]"[i]Now[/i], They gonna be meetin' us at the three-way intersection, front of the Water Plant. Outta sight from where we at now, 'bout three football fields away. If'n you wanna get around them, there's a small road out the back way of this warehouse, put you out on Sewell. Head left startin' and right soon as you can, you hit LaGrange, and follow back up to Newnan. You good."[/color] Being as James was one of the people tasked with hunting, recruiting, and going on runs in the area, he had familiarity with the immediate area. It was a shame that this accrued knowledge was about to become pointless, but he was glad to have it for this dilemma. [color=firebrick]"Now, I done sent [i]them[/i] round the way [i]we[/i] come in, more or less. whoever's leavin', you pass right by each other an' never catch eyes."[/color] 

	[color=firebrick]"Now, if I'm soundin' too bossy, it's 'cause time growin' short til they get to the three-way. I'd like to be there first, if'n I can. I asked 'bout that truck again on account o' no one sayin' nuthin to me about it. Same on that boat, if'n Ash put somethin' aside from provisions, parts, an' fishin' gear."[/color] James strode over to the truck and began getting his personal belongings from the back. He looked like he was equipping for an extended stay in the woods, or one hell of a shooting match. 

	[color=firebrick]"Again y'all, I ain't tryin' to be no ass about this, but it's goin' down now. Anybody who's ridin' with me better get they shit together, or start makin' tracks back home. They's a girl out there need to know what happened to her family. I'mma goin'."[/color] 

	This was turning into a speech. It was high time to wrap it up. [color=firebrick]"And that's right, Ryan. We muthafuckin' [i]crazy[/i]. We goin' straight into the belly of the beast. But we ain't goin' stupid."[/color] He was channeling some major Samuel Leroy Jackson with this verbal barrage. [color=firebrick]"I didn't expect to be [i]alive[/i] this late in the day, man. I sho as hell didn't expect to have company. An' just as long as that can [i]mean something[/i], I'm on that shit. And I say, if a muthafucka hates you for [i]no reason[/i], you give that muthafucka a reason. Newnan's gonna be safe. Or we gonna even up them odds for 'em."[/color] 

	James nestled his rifle into the cab of his truck and climbed in after it. [color=firebrick]"If you comin', now's the time. Last one gets the door. Stay here if you need, no shame."[/color] 



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	Yeah, Lola was really funny. Loved forcing one's hand, be it conversationally or in the day to day chess match that was survival, out in the wide world. But she had otherwise proven to be a loyal friend over these past months, and let us not forget the fortress that she drove all about the countryside in search of whatever she was in search of. 

	Now, Thalia herself [i]was[/i] looking for something. For starters, she was looking for her family, still in Georgia. Chattanooga had already been searched to her satisfaction, and Metro-ATL was the next, most logical spot. She had finally found a trace, or so she believed. It was the most believable lead she had come across so far; whoever this James person was, he had Alicia's satphone and spoke about her as if they were close. A lot of the red flags for "TRAP" hadn't gone off in their conversation, but she hadn't stayed alive for as long as she had by just trusting people. 

	Scratch that. Thalia was alive because she trusted the [i]right[/i] people. You needed people to survive, this day and age, but ironically, people were the biggest threat anymore. Zeds, you knew where you stood. And just as soon as she was done here, Thalia was off to Mexico, by way of Texas. But first...

	[color=dc143c]"Fuck's sake, Lola! West aun Spring until it ends in a few blocks. Then turn left!"[/color] She raised her seat back up into the turret fully, checking the optics and compass to confirm road signs and direction. [color=dc143c]"West! That way! Yaww!"[/color] Her accent was getting a little away from her in her apparent excitement coupled with frustration at having to give recently memorized directions to a crazy person. Focusing her attention to Alexander, Thalia noted, [color=dc143c]"Look, old man... I don't have a clue why you're coming with, but this is no joke. It's a very personal matter, and I can't be sure it's not some trap. Just hang out, and if something goes down, turn around and get out of here. Doesn't matter where I'm at, you get out."[/color] She lowered her seat again to better speak with Lola, [color=dc143c]"That's on you too, Lolz."[/color] Thalia had to raise her voice over the internal engine noise of the tank. [color=dc143c]"Something goes south, cruise. I appreciate your help with my venture, but it's not worth you dying or losing your tank over."[/color] 

	That tank did make a difference. Not just in survival, but in tactics. The fact that it was there meant that they could attend this uncertain meeting in open view, behind serious armor, and with a hell of an opening negotiation point. Otherwise, Thalia would have had to utilize her less social gifts, which might work to her disadvantage when she inevitably had to reveal herself to whoever all they were meeting. And somehow, the Stuart M5A1 seemed more viscerally intimidating than her 9mm, machete, and carbon-tipped spear. 

	Absently, before she returned to her spot in the turret, she leaned closer to Lola and intoned in a watery but determined voice, [color=dc143c]"Thank you."[/color]